House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompts:"Stop being so dramatic"
Word count: 336
Moonlight streamed through the windows as night fell. Harry Potter let out a yawn, exhausted from a day which only consisted of non-stop studying. "I'm off to bed."
"Yeah, see you in a bit mate." Ron responded, not taking his eyes off his copy of Magical Drafts and Potions.
"Good night, Harry." Hermione muttered wearily.
The fireplace crackled with heat, shielding the students from the cold that January brought with itself.
Feverishly pouring over his textbook provided Ron no relief. Frustration washed over him as he let out a groan, slammed the textbook shut and buried his head in his hands. "Oh what am I playing at? I reckon I'll miserably fail all of them and nobody in their right mind will want to hire me!"
"Ron, will you stop be-"
"Mum'll be furious! She might even disown me or something."
Hermione looked up from her copy of "The Rune Dictionary" and sighed. "Oh Ron, will you stop being so dramatic? Look, let's just go over this together and if you have any questions, just ask me." Hermione scooted towards Ron.
"But what about your Ancient Runes essay?" Ron questioned.
"Well...it can wait." Hermione flashed a small smile towards him, making Ron beam.
"I love you, Hermione, you truly are wonderful." Ron grinned, making Hermione turn slightly pink.
"Yeah, a Wideye Potion does require Wolfsbane." Hermione replied, proceeding to turn the page. "Oh! Sorry Ron."
It was when their arms brushed against each other did Ron feel goosebumps erupting all over his skin.
Hermione attempted to withdraw her hand when-
"Don't!" Exclaimed Ron.
"What?"
"Er… it just feels...soothing. But if you are uncomfortable with it of course, by all means go ahead."
The Common Room was slowly starting to become deserted as Ron and Hermione sat by the fire, hand-in-hand and ready to tackle whatever the Potions O.W.L. brought upon them.
Ron felt much more hopeful than he had before.